| There was old dan, and skip, scooter and me
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| In the summertime we used to meet
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| We wasted our time like nickels and dimes
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| At a house down on mulberry street
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| While old dan and skip was off chasing a stick that we threw
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| Me and scooter would laugh oh she was my girl
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| That was my world i’d give this one to get
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| That one back she always complained abouy the nickname
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| That was given to her by her dad he said she once cried
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| For a scooter to ride and he bought one with the last buck
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| He had as if it were today, i recall yesterday old dan just layed down
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| And died and the eyes of old skip taught me something i’d missed
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| Cause i never did know that dogs cried when scooter grew up
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| She went off to work as a model in some fashion town
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| That just left old skip, so we took us a trip caught a freight train
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| Went ramblin around he died in the cold and somewhere i got old
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| I don’t know just when that occurred and my ramblin around
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| Has brought me back to town but i’m really not lookin' for work
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| I just poked my head into a familiar old shed that time
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| Has been trying to push down there’s two little wheels
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| Underneath of some steel on a little red frame rusted brown
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| Was that skip or old dan i thought brushed my hand
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| Was that scooter i thought i heard laugh or just memories
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| Of them out riding the wind that blew in to welcome me back
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| Oh the roof it all leaks, and windows they squeak
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| The paint is all faded away but still in the shade sleeps
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| The dreams that we made our memories still dance there today
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| I’ve been many places, i’ve seen many faces
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| If given one wish it would be for old dan, and skip, scooter and me
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| And the house down on mulberry street |